by Dhanya M.
[box]Two close childhood friends unite after years, thanks to the internet. Dhanya M writes a poem that reminisces the friendship.[/box]I was waiting
For so long
For you to come once more
To sit together beneath the mango tree
Where once we had a little swing.
I was waiting for you
To hear you laugh
And see the stars sparkling in your eyes.
Remember how we played king and queen
Beneath that tree which gave sweet fruits,
Conquering magic lands with swords of imagination.
The mango tree is still there
But our kingdom is lost and so are our swords
Still I was waiting.
(thinking)
May be you would come again
And walk with me a bit once more
Talking, laughing and holding hands
You never came.
But
Now you have sent me a ‘request’
In a virtual page for so-called ‘friends’
I accept; when have I declined any requests from you?
Now we will ‘meet’ sometimes
In a world of ‘chats’, ‘likes’ and ‘comments’
It is good, I know, this makes people close
Even across the seven seas.
More magic than ever before,
Maybe as magnificent as our lost kingdoms of childhood
Still, I miss our old mango tree!
(Call me sentimental or old-fashioned)
Maybe it’s because
I miss the stars in your eyes,
Your smell of Pears soap
And the way your fingers felt.
But as I am told,
Now, this is where people meet
As if near a playground swing.
I am told it is fun
And, of course,
You are only as distant as the next click.
Dhanya is currently pursuing her PhD at the Indian Institute of Space Science and Technology, Thiruvananthapuram, Kerala. She loves nature, music, dance, science and the words. Her too-imaginative mind sees poetry in motion everywhere around and she writes down some of it that chooses to flow through her.
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